A Millennial Dateby Alan Harristhis magical forest-- don't the clear waters here make us look younger? End of the what? Oh, that. Here, let me pour you a Coke from our picnic cooler. Diet or regular? With or without ice? Of course, a toast-- here's to this endless earth we've made and are made of. May our one-triple-nined planet contrive to survive this year of broadcast hysteria, and may the Christian clickover of 2000 somehow transform trumpeting holiness into selfless silence. Magic tricks? No, I have none. There's so much magic here in this forest, here on this earth, here in our hearts, that any more would be less. Safe this year, are we? As safe as we feel, I'd say-- and as safe as we love, as safe as we give, as safe as everything we don't understand. We are flies on a ceiling which is also the floor of a marvelous room above. Count that room's years base 10 and it's a third millennium. Count them base God and oneness is far enough. Another Coke? Yes, thank you. A toast to all the magic that keeps us safe and all the daring that keeps us magic. |
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